Wendy Wasserstein died today.
If you aren’t much into theater, you probably don’t know the name. She was a Pulitzer-winning playwright whose first novel, “Elements of Style,” is scheduled for an April publication.
I have to admit I don’t know a ton of her work, but I do know her 1993 play “The Sisters Rosensweig.” For a production in Denver a few years ago, I designed the lighting.
I never talked to her, never emailed her about her writing or cancer, nothing like that. I knew of her without knowing anything about her, didn’t even see enough of her plays to get a sense of what was going on in her head.
What caught my eye was not only that she died, but that she died of lymphoma.
In today’s earlier post, I talked about bitching about the minor stuff. This is the kind of thing that proves to me my situation is fairly minor. I’m griping about getting some shots and now Wasserstein’s daughter, 6-year old Lucy Jane, has no mother.